What if we're too tired
Too utterly fucking exhausted to rise again and again?
What if we've fallen so fast, so hard and so far
That we longer see even the faintest speck of light?
Instead, what's left, is all but eternal night
It's heaviness, dragging us down by claws of iron
While some have wings, lifting up and higher
Others, we have shackles biting into our very entirety
The minds of some are growing, expanding, being cultivated
Others, our minds are obstructed, stagnated and deprecated
While suffocated,
Anti-medicated
Shrouded, cloaked and blinded by,
In some, a goal toward fulfilment, a drive
In others, merely a weak will to survive
It's sad, I'm quite aware
One learns though, not to be quite too bare
In the matters of the soul
And the tatters if the mind
- Anon.
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems - most of which are not mine - that are some of my favourites. The subjects vary, so please try to keep an open mind, and enjoy.
